’ ‘Oh, that tragic pair,’ uttered her ladyship in saddened tones. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. ’ She giggled suddenly. . Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember.
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